A collection of poetry, mine and selections from favorite others...thru the years.
From teen days:
- "I think that I shall never see, a word more wonderful than "We" - It's not an "-ist" , it's not an "-ism" , it just means US without a schism - by unknown
- "Statement" - If I touch you, do not tremble, like a leaf silk-touched by dew; do not let the modest oneness of the act become destroyed. If I touch you, let the touch be just the gentle, quiet statement that I believe in you, as a bee believes in flower! " - Peter Kassan , at age 17 found by elle in 1965 and valid still.
- "Do I contradict myself? I contain multitudes ! " - Walt Whitman
- "Theme song to "High Noon" was HIS, in those days - "Do not forsake me..." sung by Tex Ritter, father of the beloved late John.
From bride's days may take two tries to share. "For all We know" , the song, was a themesong we smiled at driving along, sightseeing the countryside of our new home town - with finally our life after school and war service and childbirth and work paths had been achieved.
Fun poetry - full of heart if lacking in art- of my Dad's family - I needed it for a family get-together and it had to be done 'alla prima' - or at one sitting !
So.....it cures flu, if you get into its pace. ...elle
"In a Mirrored Room" - by Richard Charles Smith - is my Brother's book of poetry and in the libraries. "Class of '65 and guystuff...goodguy stuff.
I could not find it for purchase online, so I may see if he wants to format it to Amazon for us - I do have a copy of the book - will excerpt it here. If you would like a copy, ask me. I have a few..
BY ELIZABETH LINCOLN OTIS - Written for girls
If you can dress to make yourself attractive,
Yet not make puffs and curls your chief delight;
If you can swim and row, be strong and active,
But of the gentler graces lose not sight;
If you can dance without a craze for dancing,
Play without giving play too strong a hold,
Enjoy the love of friends without romancing,
Care for the weak, the friendless and the old;
If you can master French and Greek and Latin,
And not acquire, as well, a priggish mien,
If you can feel the touch of silk and satin
Without despising calico and jean;
If you can ply a saw and use a hammer,
Can do a man’s work when the need occurs,
Can sing when asked, without excuse or stammer,
Can rise above unfriendly snubs and slurs;
If you can make good bread as well as fudges,
Can sew with skill and have an eye for dust,
If you can be a friend and hold no grudges,
A girl whom all will love because they must;
If sometime you should meet and love another
And make a home with faith and peace enshrined,
And you its soul—a loyal wife and mother—
You’ll work out pretty nearly to my mind
The plan that’s been developed through the ages,
And win the best that life can have in store,
You’ll be, my girl, the model for the sages—
A woman whom the world will bow before.
Source: Father: An Anthology of Verse (EP Dutton & Company, 1931)
by Nobel Laureate - Rudyard Kipling - Written for Boys
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son.